Liquid crimson by Carol Lynne Page B

Michael hadn’t mentioned not feeling well.
    “I’ve seen him hide his food. He obviously doesn’t want me to know that his appetite seems to be diminishing.”
    Neo nodded. “Thank you for telling me.” Joseph left and Neo settled into one of the chairs by the fire. It was possible Michael didn’t need as much food as he used to. Each time Neo drank from his mate, they both became more energized.
    “Hey,” Michael greeted, coming out onto the patio.
    Neo opened his arms. “Come sit with me by the fire.”
    Michael straddled Neo’s lap and leant in for a kiss. Opening immediately, Neo accepted his lover’s tongue, savouring the taste of the sweet and spicy spaghetti sauce still clinging to Michael’s mouth.
    Neo pulled back and smiled. “You taste like tomatoes and garlic.”
    “I’m sorry,” Michael said, covering his mouth.
    Shaking his head, Neo chuckled and removed Michael’s hand. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I had pasta and sauce? Kissing you is the closest I’ve come in centuries.” Neo gave Michael another deep kiss. “And I love it.”
    Michael wiggled his hips, pressing his ass against Neo’s hardening cock. “What else do you love?”
    Neo unbuttoned Michael’s shirt and ran his hands over his mate’s leanly muscled chest and stomach. “I love this nipple right here,” Neo said, kissing Michael’s chest. “But not as much as I love this one.” Neo moved to the left nipple and scraped his teeth over the pebbled nub before soothing the pink disk with his tongue.
    “ Mmm ,” Michael moaned, arching his back. “Do that again, only harder this time.”
    Neo took the plea to heart and scraped his fangs down the skin of Michael’s neck to his chest, nicking the pebbled nub before pulling back. He groaned as rivulets of blood trickled down to paint Michael’s pink nipple red. “So sexy. So delicious.” Neo lapped hungrily at the warm blood, savouring the taste of the man he loved.
    Michael grabbed Neo’s hair and pulled his head back. “Bite me,” he growled.
    Lust, stronger than he’d ever experienced, enveloped Neo in a cocoon of need. Suddenly he couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. Michael’s shirt was ripped from his body and thrown to the patio as Neo carried his lover to the grass. Watching the blood continue to drip from the wounds inflicted earlier, Neo licked his lips. “You look good enough to eat.”
    Michael reached down and fumbled with his jeans until he had them off. “So eat me already.”
    Neo’s chuckle turned into a moan as he stared down at the pulsing cock between Michael’s legs. His gaze zeroed in on the dark blue vein at the top of Michael’s thigh. Gods he wanted to sink his teeth in and never stop drinking. Neo knelt between his mate’s legs and bathed Michael’s balls with his mouth before licking a path down to the tempting vein.
    Michael splayed himself further apart and pressed Neo’s face against the juncture of his thigh and groin. “Do it,” he groaned.
    After a teasing scrape of his teeth, Neo sliced through the skin to the nectar within. Blood, sweeter than Liquid Crimson pumped into his mouth as he sucked, leading Neo to thank the gods once more for their precious gift. He used his nails to scrape the skin on Michael’s ribcage, bringing gooseflesh up on Michael’s skin.
    The smell of the fresh blood filled the air as Neo licked the wound on Michael’s thigh to seal it. “Thank you,” he whispered as he always did after Michael fed him.
    Neo sat back on his heels and shook his head. At some point during the feeding, Michael had come. The proof of his mate’s climax was splattered over Michael’s chest, mixing with the blood. The combination of his two favourite things was too much to ignore. Neo reached down and removed his cock from his pants and wrapped his hands around its girth. “Is this for me?” he asked, drawing his tongue through the thick pools of cum and blood.
    Before Michael could